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Let Me Touch You	By : ElizabethAshbury Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 4011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Korn. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Ch 1
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-ch 6
- 7-ch 7
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I wasted no time and hopped into Sam’s car. I was damn proud for what I did and I wasn’t the least bit sorry. Sam smiled at me. He was proud too. It made me feel good. He kept driving.

“What are you doing? You’ll get caught.” I told him.

“I don’t care! Besides, you can’t go home right now, your stepmom is there, right? I’m taking you to my house. You can be with me until you go to work, I’ll even take you there. I’ll pick you up too” He put his hand on my leg. I covered it with mine.

“I don’t get off until two in the morning, Sam,”

“I don’t care. I’ll pick you up.” I smiled at him. For the first time in a long time, I really felt loved.

Once we were inside his house, he took my face in his hands. He looked it over.

“What?” I asked.

“I was just making sure he didn’t leave any bruises on your face. It looks like you may have one, here.” He ran his finger over my jaw. It felt a little sensitive. I flinched. “Sorry, let me get you some ice for it.”

“No, I think it’ll be okay. Thanks, though.”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He took my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed back. “Let’s go sit down.”

When we sat down in the living room, it got very quiet. I’m sure both of us were thinking about yesterday. I know I was. All I could think about was kissing him again. What was happening here? Why was I having these feelings for him? I hadn’t even thought of him until he approached me last week after detention. I was starting to really like him. I had more in common with him than I ever thought possible. He had a real sweetness about him andensiensitivity that I wouldn’t have known about just sitting next to him in class. I waad nad now that Chris Green threw the bottle cap at me. Just as I was thinking about all this, he moved close to me and turned my face to look at him.

“I’m glad I got to know you. I had actually wanted to for a long time.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Well, I was scared I guess…and I thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me anyway.”

“I’m glad you stopped me in the hall on Thursday.” I smiled at him.

“Me too.” He smiled back. He stroked the side of my face gently and kissed my forehead. I took the initiative this time and took his face with both hands and kissed him hard. I almost forced my tongue in his mouth and lunged on top of him. Sam pushed on my chest a little and I raised up, looking down at him.

“What is it?”

“Let’s go to my room,” his voice was husky and breathy. I got up. To my surprise, he swept me up and carried me down the hall to his room. He laid me on his bed with him on top of me. We picked up where we left off in the living room. He tangled his fingers in my hair. I took him by the face and kissed his neck. He was breathing heavy.

“Oh, Jon…I’ve been wanting to do this since you sat down in my living room and took your shirt off.” He had been thinking about me since then? I wasn’t sure what to say to that. I just kissed, sucked and bit his neck. Finally, I took his face in my hands.

“You have me here now.”

Sam responded with a long, hard kiss. His hands were pulling at the hem of both my shirts. I took them off. He sat up on his knees in front of me, looking at my chest. I wondered what he was thinking about it. How skinny I was? Then he ran his hand over it, caressed it. He laid next to me and planted small kisses on my face, then down my neck. He ran his fingers through my chest hair. He seemed to like it. He pulled off his shirt and his hand crept past my chest until he found my erection outside my pants. I wasn’t fully hard yet, but I was close. When he started to unbuckle my belt and planted a firm kiss on my lips, I got there fast.

He unzipped my pants hastily and pulled my jeans down past my hips. My cock was standing straight up. He hesitated before wrapping his hand around it. I gasped quietly. Sam unabashedly took me into his mouth. I groaned as his lips wrapped around my dick. I ran my fingers through his soft, light brown hair as he went as deep as he could. I unfastened his pants and pulled his erect penis from his pants. I had never done this before so I thought about how I did it when I pleasured myself. He stroked me while he sucked and licked around the head. He continued doing this and I was very close. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to cum in his mouth. I thought I should warn him.

“Sam…I’m…” Then I did. I came so hard. He didn’t seem to mind. He must have swallowed it pretty quickly. It took me a minute to catch my breath. I sat up and finished him off too, another first for me. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. When we both recovered, we laid together. I was tired now from this morning and I think Sam was too. We fell asleep holding each other. Luckily we woke up before I had to go to work. Sam took me. He assured me that he would pick me up too. I hoped so.

When I walked out of the mortuary building, there was Sam, pulling up. A big grin spread across my face and I got in.

“Hey, Jon? Will you come over tomorrow night? I need more help with my English…and…I just want to see you.”

“Sure. After pipe band, I will.”

He took me home and I fell asleep when I got home. I had the most restful sleep I’d had in a long time.

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I woke up and grabbed a quick shower. Jon and I seemed to be moving fast. It felt good though. Now I had to go to school and probably deal with a lot of teasing. I wasn’t ready, but I knew I had to TRY to be strong for Jon. I actually cared about him, whereas I didn’t even like Chris and them, but somehow, I was still scared.

I sat in my new seat in English class, showing utter confidence on the outside and falling apart on the inside. I had the worst tightness in the pit of my stomach. It felt like my insides were being squeezed like a wet wash cloth. Then Chris walked in. Matt followed. They glared at me. I glared back. They sat down and said absolutely nothing to me. Jon came in a few seconds later. I smiled at him. He smiled back and sat next to me.

“Hey,” he said in the most cheerful tone I’ve ever heard him utter.

“Hi, how are you?”

“Great.”

Jon looked over at Chris and Matt. They were staring. An evil grin spread across Jon’s face, making him look irresistible to me.

“What? Jealous?”

“Fuck you, Davis. Homo.” Snorted Matt.

“I wouldn’t fuck you with a stolen dick and I’m a bit disturbed that you think that I would,” replied Jon.

Matt shook his head, not knowing what to say. I smiled at Jon. He knew how to talk, that was for sure. He knew how to stick up for himself. I decided that as long as we stuck together, we would both be okay. I needed to remember that I never really liked those guys in thest pst place and that what they thought shouldn’t matter. Jon smiled back with a satisfied grin.

More students eventually came into the room and Ms. Moore followed. She began her lecture and throughout the fifty-minute class, Jon and I got a few stares and smirks. We ignored them. It was hard for me and for some reason it bothered me. What was I afraid of? And to think, Jon puts up with this shit everyday, I thought. I felt like he dealt with it rather well on the outside, with his quick wit. I really admired that. I had to keep telling myself, as hard as it was, that my admiration, and what was beginning to feel like love for him was more important to me than what others at school thought. I wouldn’t even see these people less than two years from now, so why did I care?

Class was finally dismissed and Jon and I waited until everyone else cleared out before we left. Ms. Moore was watching.

“Mr. Watson, I need to see you, please.” I knew my grade was low. That’s probably what it’s about, I thought. I gestured to Jonathan to wait for me. He nodded and stood by the door.

“Yes?” I asked as I approached her desk. She ignored me and glared at Jon.

“Mr. Davis, I don’t need to speak to YOU. Close the door behind you.”

“I’m waiting for my friend,” he argued.

“NOW, Jonathan!” She snapped. I couldn’t stand her, she was no better than Chris and them. Ms. Moore was one of those teachers who just worshiped the ground the popular kids walked on and allowed athletes to get away with half-assed work so they could play. Jon slammed the door hard. She rolled her cold blue-gray eyes and then turned them to me. She would be an attractive woman in her mid-forties if she wasn’t such a bitch, I thought.

“Mr. Watson, what is going on?”

“I know that my homework isn’t so great, but…”

“I’m not talking about your homework. Why are you wasting your time with HIM?” She pointed outside the door to where I knew Jonathan was waiting.

“He’s just helping me with my homework!” I blurted. Then I realized Jon probably heard me. I felt bad. Why did I downplay our friendship like that? It was just like lying; no, it WAS lying.

“Hm…that’s not what I’ve heard Sam. You just be careful. I would hate to see a good guy like you get cast aside because you’re hanging around a faggot loser like him. I’ll see you tomorrow, you’re dismissed.”

WHY COULDN’T I JUST TELL HER THE TRUTH? I screamed in my head. I opened the door, Jon was halfway down the hall. He was pissed. I caught up to him.

“Jon…”

“Fuck off.” He said bluntly.

“I’m sorry! Listen,…”

“You’re just like Chris and them, I don’t know why I trusted you.”

“Jon, WAIT!” I grabbed his arm.

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” He shouted. He tore himself from me and went to his next class. I felt like shit. I was truly sorry. I would have to prove it to him somehow. I just had to.
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